What’s a Poem?
A whisper,
a shout,
thoughts turned
inside out.
A laugh,
a sigh,
an echo
passing by.
A rhythm,
a rhyme,
a moment
caught in time.
A moon,
a star,
a glimpse
of who you are.
from THE FATHER GOOSE TREASURY OF POETRY by Charles Ghigna
I like poems that make me LAUGH.
Sometimes I like poems that make me THINK.
I like poems that are SHORT and FUNNY.
Sometimes I like poems that are LONG and SERIOUS.
I like poems that RHYME.
Sometimes I like poems that have no rhymes.
Here are some different KINDS of poems.
Which kind would YOU like to write?
~ If-I-Were / If-You-Were ~
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Father Goose created the If-I-Were and If-You-Were poems for kids. Each poem contains a little magic trick called the METAPHOR! A metaphor is a fancy way of saying COMPARISON!
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Instructions:
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COMPARE yourself to some THING (inanimate object), then COMPARE your friend to some THING else. Notice that lines 2 and 4 rhyme.
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Here is an If-I-Were poem from by Charles Ghigna from LADYBUG magazine.
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These poems make great Valentines!
If I were a lonely lighthouse
And you were a ship at sea,
I'd shine my light through the night
Till you returned to me.
Here are two If-You-Were Poems from IF YOU WERE MY VALENTINE by Charles Ghigna.
If you were a shining star
And I were your midnight,
I'd let you shine above me,
You'd be my only light.
If you were the pages of a book
And I were reading you,
I'd read as slow as I could go
So I never would get through.
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~ If-I-Had ~
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Father Goose created the If-I-Had poem so you could use your wild imagination!
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These poems also make great Valentines!
If I had the sun on a string
Like a giant yellow kite,
I’d fly it over your house
And chase away the night.
If I had a sack of shooting stars
Shining bold and bright,
I’d give them all to you
To wish on every night.
If I had a jar of fireflies
I would set them free
To shine their light upon your face
For everyone to see.
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~ The Quatrain ~
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A QUATRAIN is a group of 4 lines. That group is called a STANZA. The ballad stanza quatrain has a rhyme at the end of lines 2 and 4.
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Here are poems that have QUATRAINS.
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SCIENCE FACTION
Nature, it’s true,
Is full of surprises.
The sun doesn’t set—
The horizon rises!
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WISTERIA
Looks like grapes.
Smells like roses.
Springtime's gift
To eyes and noses
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THE BEE POEM
A poem is a busy bee
Buzzing in your head.
His hive is full of hidden thoughts
Waiting to be said.
His honey comes from your ideas
That he makes into rhyme.
He flies around looking for
What goes on in your mind.
When it's time to let him out
To make some poetry,
He gathers up your secret thoughts
And then he sets them free.
A POEM IS A LITTLE PATH
A poem is a little path
That leads you through the trees.
It takes you to the cliffs and shores,
To anywhere you please.
Follow it and trust your way
With mind and heart as one,
And when the journey's over,
You'll find you've just begun.
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THE COLD GRAY DAYS OF WINTER
In the cold gray days of winter
When the sky turns iron blue
And the leafless trees stand silent
With nothing left to do,
There comes a cry across the land
That carries seeds of spring,
The echo of the distant hawk,
The sun upon his wing.
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~ Riddle Rhymes ~
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Riddle Rhymes are fun to write! Each one contains a riddle. The answer to the riddle is at the end of the poem.
Here are three Riddle Rhymes from the book RIDDLE RHYMES by Charles Ghigna.
HIGH FLYER
I fly above the tallest trees.
I'm not a bird or plane.
I have no wings or feathered things.
I do not like the rain.
I play among the passing clouds.
I like to rise and sail.
I am a friend who loves the wind.
I'm big and have a tail.
I like the gusty month of March.
I soar way out of sight.
My shape is like a diamond.
I am a brand-new KITE.
THE EVERLASTING LIGHT
I shine forever free.
I do not cost a cent.
I need no bulb or battery.
My light is permanent.
You'll find me way up in the sky,
When each new day's begun,
But do not look me in the eye--
I am the shining SUN.
YOUR HIGHNESS
I am a free and open field
That's never out of bounds,
Where kites and planes and boomerangs
Can do their ups and downs.
I am the biggest yard of all,
Where birds begin their play
Of hide-n-seek among the clouds
At each new break of day.
I am the place called outer space,
Where nothing is too high.
I am the home of all the stars--
I am the endless SKY.
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~ Haiku ~
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The Japanese haiku (pronounced "hi-koo") is one of the oldest and shortest forms of poetry. The entire poem consists of only 17 syllables in 3 lines of 5-7-5 syllables. Haiku poems usually contain brief descriptions of nature and have no rhymes.
Here are three haiku from HAIKU: THE TRAVELERS OF ETERNITY by Charles Ghigna.
JUNE
The cricket calls to
the meadow, each evening he
hears his echo sing.
SEPTEMBER
Shadows bow to the
setting sun, pray to the sky
for blessings of light.
OCTOBER
Artist autumn comes,
paints her blush across each tree,
drops palette, and leaves.
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~ Free Verse ~
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Free Verse poems can have any number of lines and they do not have to RHYME.
Here are four free verse poems from THE FATHER GOOSE TREASURY OF POETRY by Charles Ghigna.
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SNOWFALL IN THE CITY
Covered in creamy
birthday-cake frosting,
the parked cars
huddle beneath
their streetlamp candles
waiting for the North Wind
to come make its wish
for morning.
SUNRISE
Dawn breaks
wakes
turns the night
into drops
of dew
that drip
drip
drip
from the tip
tip
tips
of swaying
blades
of morning
grass
that dance
in the glow
of the sudden
sudden
sun.
SKYDIVER
First step
and he swallows
the dry, delicious fear
of walking on air.
Body bent back
into a bow,
he falls into the arms
of the screaming wind,
his heart beating
taps in his ears.
Pop,
and an angel wing
pulls him from the thunder
of a hundred
mile an hour dream.
He sits perched,
a runaway cloud
of contentment,
a fearless eagle feather
lost in the drift
of an early afternoon.
Knees bent, he pulls
the taut reins of reality,
ready-sets himself
for one final, little lift,
one last tiptoe of air
before his flying feet
must run their
earth-bound way
back home.
ARS LONGA, VITA BREVIS
(Art is Long, Life is Short)
Like the sculptor
who chips away
at what is not
the sculpture,
your life
is in your hands,
the pure
imperfect stone
waiting for its
daily touch,
the gentle tap,
the savored strike
toward mass
and space
that form
the perfect past,
your tribute
to the art
of living.
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Have fun READING and WRITING poems!
We look forward to reading YOURS!
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LET'S BUILD A POEM
Let's build a poem
made of rhyme
with words like ladders
we can climb,
with words that like
to take their time,
words that hammer,
words that nail,
words that saw,
words that sail,
words that whisper,
words that wail,
words that open
window door,
words that sing,
words that soar,
words that leave us
wanting more.
from THE FATHER GOOSE TREASURY OF POETRY by Charles Ghigna
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